He's like the sun you know? The sky outside can be boring and grey and some how he'll just walk right in like a sun washed canvas and make me smile. He wraps his fingers into mine and my skin begins to glow like his. His hair like sun fire and his eyes a sweet blue ocean. His rosy pink cheeks and smile make my head dance and leap. How can someone be cruel to someone like him? How can someone hate or be angry with him? How can someone be angry enough to deny the sun on a cold winter day?
The sun. That's what he is to me. Sometimes angry and blazing, sometimes sweet and warm. There's nothing to be afraid of when you know who he is. There's something angry and lingering, but playful none the less, handsome and sweet, pure and simple, like honey. Made from what we see as dangerous creatures, but sweet and smooth none the less. He brightens my days, and leaves in my nights. Where have you gone? Where could you go? If I chase the sun will i ever know? I can run all I want but the sun will still slip away from my fingers. I lay quietly, not making a noise, not a leap, not a peep, but not asleep. I think, I question, I ask but who could guess who? I don't sleep until day, when he comes out to play, when the sun is glistening and sweet and smooth, dancing and wild, tender and mild, a soft boy he is, none the less he cures my sadness, blunts my madness, and loves me till then end of my rain filled days.
November 13, 2017
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Thoughts Of An Uncensored Bitch
Acak"Why do you care so much?" "Because theres nothing else to care about," "Are you aware your alive?" "Was I ever really alive if no one really noticed me?" "What hurts you the most?" "Little things, always, the little things," "I always loved you." ...
